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Abandon
The little girl with the long blonde hair I couldn’t help but stare She looked so h a ppy and kind To not adore her, you’d have to be blind. We were so young when we b ecame friends Is there no way to make amends? Over you, I continue to agonize Will you ever realize? When I see what you have become Towards you, my heart must not come You are no longer the girl I knew When you did ch a nge, I have no clue. You have said you are better off At this comment I can only scoff How can eleven years mean n othing When to me it meant everything. I am d oing my best to let go My pain must never show I cannot give you the satisfaction Of anything more than a stoic reaction. Each and every m o ment In the box they must seem important Where they shall sit and collect dust A ghostly memory of misplaced trust. To open this box would bring so much pai n Because the whole thing was in vain My life will never be the same And YOU are the...
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ReplyDeleteWow, I am so thankful to have you back in my class. So grateful you took Creative Writing. Your site is beautiful. Love the photo of the latest post. Is it you? A great angle. You always joke that I am going to need to report your writing. You are so insightful and compassionate that life hurts. That just happens to people who have such a great capacity to feel and understand. I appreciate your honesty in your writing and that means acknowledging the sucky parts of life. I know others who read your writing appreciate this too. The beauty of expression, whether writing or art or the music which you love, is that it connects us and makes us feel just a tiny bit less alone. You are gifted in general and gifted at this. I hope you will realize your dreams as you graduate this year and always keep sharing your passionate gift of expression.
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